Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena had become well versed in the arts of calm platitudes, but even these sentiments brought forth some worried portions. Wringing her fingers together, clasping and unclasping her hands, she was forced to sit and listen in idle suspense, head down as she stared at the floor, contemplating the news Sohalia shared. Safrin gone. Threats outside of Caido. And the weight of the potential for more chaos, vehemence, and violence ensuing.
It only made her wonder what she would do too.
Echoing Noe though, she raised her head eventually. “I’m sure there are ways to us to gain some defenses,” much like the other lands. “Could this be something we think about after we complete our current regional quest?”
It only made her wonder what she would do too.
Echoing Noe though, she raised her head eventually. “I’m sure there are ways to us to gain some defenses,” much like the other lands. “Could this be something we think about after we complete our current regional quest?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
